I miss every detail about you

 I miss your thin blue stripes shirt and the one with the roses, of course, and I miss your coat, and I miss the wrinkles on your nose when you smile and your dimples and your suspicious eyes when you disguise. 

I even miss your ready-made phrases, almost even hearing the more annoying ones too, and when you talk with your so affected rich metropolitan accent. I rather hear when you speak with your countryside one. Most of all I miss your curls, your eyes and when your lips are reddish. Not to speak of your chant and your nice beautiful kind emotions.